Chapter 11 - Defusing a high-stakes standoff through sheer tactical intimidation and psychological dominance inside a subterranean military installation tonight.
Dustin's hand hovered over the concealed sidearm tucked into his tactical holster, his eyes darting toward the primary exit tunnel.
"You think a bullet solves this, Catherine? The whole procurement board goes down if I talk," Dustin sneered defiantly.
"I don't need you to talk; I have your encrypted bank ledgers, your flight logs, and your DNA from the crime scene," Catherine countered.
The color drained from Dustin's face as he realized his entire digital defense network had been systematically dismantled.
He slowly withdrew his hand from his waistband, his shoulders slumping in sudden, overwhelming defeat against the inevitable.
"Drop the weapon and kick it across the floor toward my boots," Catherine commanded, her voice brooking zero hesitation.
Dustin unbuckled his holster, letting the heavy firearm drop clattering onto the concrete floor before shoving it forward.
Two military police officers rushed forward, slamming steel handcuffs around his wrists and forcing him down onto his knees.
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"It's over, Dustin. You lost the moment you laid a hand on my family," Catherine said, holstering her own weapon cleanly.
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